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GREEN BOO] EMBERS 



EDITORS-IN-CHIEF 

Joe Williamson 
Waveline Trout 

LITERARY JPIT rr '£: 

Harriet Dunning 
Rose Handloser 

FEAT-?:] EDITC 

Thomas Starnes 
Beverly Burt 
- May Hill 
Arlene Finch 
Beth Goodnow 
Frank Love.ioy 

SHORTS EDITORS: 

June Purges s 
Thomas Skidnore 

HU..1UR EDITORS; 

Helen Johnson 
Thomas Christensen 



BU.vT v Esy ? IMAGER; 

Tho;jas Boates 
TREASURER; 

John Watkins 
ARTISTS: 



Joan Stratton 
Gordon Wetraore 

PIIOTOGRj.?!"?: 

Gerald Huff 

TTRISTS: 

Jeanne St. Pierre 
Eula-Adi.ne Winget 

Shirley Faselton 
John riennie 
■^jaret Weaver 




To one who devote* unselfishly his time and energy to fulfill our 
many demands; 

whose quiet helpfulness and "illing spirit aid in the sol- 
ution of our endless requests; 

whose interest in our ->roblems helps to make them easier 
and whose steady Christian life serves as an example to 
us all; 

To our friend and college librarian, 

Bvan g elos Soteriados 
"Je sincerely dedicate this 



1951 ®EEN BOOK 



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"And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, 
that bringeth forth hie fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not 
wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper." 

The theme of the Green Book this year is trees • These creations 
of God are merely accepted by most of us as conr onplece, yet from them 
we can derive much to help us live a goodly life. 

The roots, symbolic of the necessity for each Christian to be grounded 
in love and the things of God, are the most vital part of a tree, for 
they are not only the foundation, but also the channel which carries 
nourishment to stimulate growth* 

The trunk, significant to us as the symbol of the academic values 
we receive at college, forms the seoond most important aspect of our 
lives • 

Finally, the branches, or extra-omrrioular activities, symbolise 
the light, the entertaining, and the gayer by-products of college life. 
Although these are lees important, they perform vital duties in the 
maintenance of a well-rounded life. 

The freshmen class this year hae been a typioal one. We came green 
and unaccustomed to college life, but after eight months of learning 
that we are not as smart as we thought we were, we have learned, at 
least in part, to acoept our share of life's responsibilities. Alrendy 
we have had a glimpse of life as it really i6 — hard, yet good; stren- 
uous, yet rewarding. 



It is our wish that this year will be repeated four-fold. We came 
a conglomerate mass of representatives from many environments* We 
want to graduate as a unit, welded into an inseparable foroe pledged 
toward the building of a better country and a better church. 
"And whatsoever he doeth shall prosper." 



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TUAT YE KING ROOTED AND GROUNDED IN LOVE... 



*~j74y&/Z£ w ho has never lived in a section of country which 
is below sea level and very near the ocean would find it hard to imagine 
just how humid a summer day can be. The one about which I write seemed 
to be trying to outdo the preceding ones which had already taken nearly 
a hundred lives. The seemingly never-ending stretches of dirt road lying 
netween shaded oatches reflected the suffocating, burning rays of the 
sun from a sky that could ooast not one single cloud that would inter- 
mittently shadow the land. Flies, bees, nats, and other insects seemed 
to be in their glory, buzzing and flitting around the ears of anyone 
who was unlucky enough to oe outdoors — and, as the afternoon began to 
turn into night, the mosquitos began their annoying practices. 

Despite all these heckling circumstances, an old man, infirm and 
tottering in the burning rays of the summer sun, trudges along a typical 
rough, dusty road to the meeting house down the way. It had been nearly 
twenty years since he had ventured to walk this distance, but he knew 
his summons to die would come before the leaves turned and his soul hun- 
gered for the gospel as never before. 

How holy to him seemed the old converted cows table in which the 
neighbors joined to worship God together. Someone had even put a bell 
over it years ago, but today it was silent, "he entire buildin ; held 
the aspect of being deserted — the doors and shutters were closed and 
bolted, not a soul was in sight. 



Bewilderment seized the old man and he went to lean against the 
rickety old door to rest while he pondered. But as he did he saw a 
sign tacked haphazardly to the door and it read: "Preacher's on 
vacation — Church is closed till his return." He wiped his dusty 
glasses to read the sign again and again. He had limped all this way 
to church on his crutches and now... but surely this must be a dreaml 
His limbs began to tremble and his eyes began to pain — and once more 
he read. "Preacher's on vacation — Church is closed till his return." 
The shock was so great that he staggered backwtrds and fell beneath the 
shade tree, soliloquizing thus: 

"In all ny eighty-odd years, I ain't never been so shocked as 
when I read that sign say in' , 'Preacher 's on vacation' 1 Viihy, I ain't 
never heard the like before — why, I can remember when I first join' 
the nee tin' — nigh onto sixty years ago now it was — the preacher went 
on a circuit — an' if he got his clothes and victuals he's a doin' good. 
And he traveled in all kinds o' weather and said nothing of a vacation I 

"Now tell me, would a good farmer leave his cattle, or would a 
good shepherd leave his herds — why, there 'd be no one to tend 'em! 

,n Tould Paul git sech a notion? Would a Wesley or a Knox? 
Would they turn their backs on sinners and dying Christians just 
'cause it's the heat of summer? 

"Would taverns close their doors just to take a little rest, or did 
you ever hear tell of Satin goin' on vacation and shuttin' up the doors 
of hell°" 

And thus he lav when, an hour or so later, a neighbor found bin in 
time to hear his dying question: "When I get to Heaven, will I see tacked 
on the Gate, 'Cod's on vacatio — •• a r«tur / 



— GOV'S GIFT** 7VF< ~ 

■**''%/%' reading of the booklet entitled Yo ur Life - Hake the Most 
o f It , by J. B. Chapman, has left Lie with an unselfish desire to help 
save souls. 

God ga^e ne a gift. He gave me Life. It is full of privileges, 
limitations, assets, and liabilities, and at best, will be shorter 
than I desire it to be. But it is nine. General Custer said to his 
men in a battle when escape was impossible, wr 'e can but die. Let us 
sell our lives as dearly as we "an." T, too, can but die, an 
exoect to sell my life as dearl;/ as possible. 

I believe that Cod is an omnipresent spirit vfho is with me 
constantly and Who cares for every need that I have. Knowing this, 
I should do a minimum of thinking about myself and should expend my 
intellectual energy in thinking of others. 

The statisticians give me seventy years of life if I live 
hygienically. These years are as nothing in comparison with eternity, 
and yet, in this brief time I must prepare myself for that eternity. 
God blessed me with a sound body. I ha^e no mental, physical, or 
emothional handicaps. He has cleansed my depraved soul from Inbred sin. 

At present, I am ready to face my Maker and hear His report of 
niy life, but I p-rp^ that. ,T e will allow me several more years so that 
I may see in this life the resulta of some of the seed He is helping 
me to sow and in order r nay sow nore as ! T e shows ne f til. 

, Qod M a gift and I expect to ig this 

gifl (lis benefit alone. 




S'lOuf lonely was the wind as he whistled through the barren oak 
trees and around the houses and telephone poles. The wind seemed to 
be singing a melancholy lay. He raised and lowered his voice as if 
in mourning, slowing almost to a whisper, only to sing more stror 
than ever his solitary chant. As I first listened to the mourning 
of the wind, I began to wonder why he groaned so. Then it came to 
me — he was mourning over the folly of humanity, over lost souls . 
The wind seemed to recognize the lostness of a soul without God. As 
he saw men moving aoout the world in search of the things that perish, 
he realized the true depth of the tragedy. 

I saw the mighty oaks lifting high their branches in prayer. They 
too were lonely — orJy swaying to the mournful song of the wind — 
seeming to signify by their action that they too say/ the awful folly 
and tragedy of lost men. The trees were struck mute, able only to lift 
in praver. T \acb branch was visible against the semi-dark night sky. 
Each branch seemed to stand alone, forlorn, : r et also burdened with the 

ht of sorrow — suffering alone. 

The clouds were dark and low — rushing on their eternal course. The 
sky wore a somber countenance as it looked down upon the world. The 
clouds rushed along, seeming to meek humanity — continually rushing and 
seeking after pleasure, wealth, an . As the clouds brought dark- 
ness, they symbolize the -incr darkness of man's black night 
of sin. 



I saw houses j three houses down the street, one to my left, two 
to Hy right. The houses were not like the wind, the trees, and the 
clouds. The houses did not understand. m hey were not like the others. 
The hoxises stood there dp.ad, thoughtless like the souls of their owners. 
From windows here and there shone lights — lights made by man. They 
seemed onl?/ - to add to the emptiness of the house which man built — empt-/ — 
like his soul. 



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1® the people who lived here all year round, it was just another 
Sunday morning, but to Mill and me it was a c\ir r that we will always 
remember. The sun was hid behind the stolid and somber face of the 
sky. The sky changed it:: expression very little, because the wind had 
lost most of its ambition due to the fury of the storm of the previous 
night. Even though the clouds were ruling, the day was fairly bright. 
The wind blew across the snow-covered fields with firmness and authority, 
yet with kindness — not rushing enough to cause any complaints among the 
pine and hemlock. The trees were of noble bearing, tall and stately, 
all adding a feeling of unity, contentedness, and sobriety. They told 
of the struggle of the fight before; they had a strong but sad bearing, 
for they were weighed down with the burden of snow which they seemed to 
carry without complaint. Some of them could not stand the strain or 
the previous evening and had fallen under their burdens. The others 
stood by with concern, but were unable to help. 

The snow hed brown quiet and still. It was no longer wild 
whirling, beating relentlessly against every obstacle in its path. It 
was now a thing of serene beauty, giving to everything the blessing or 
cursing of its presence. Zver^r step we took in the snow was opposed. 
Each time we free^ one foot the other was trained again. The snow 
persistently, firmly opposed us. 

The hill stood before us, its n inchanged even by t'. 
coming of the enow. It carried the ? ut 

comnlaint, yet it die ad 

borne the load for • • . ' hill did no us a it 



it, like the wind and the snow, nut forth a regular effort to or event 
our forward orogress . It knew that, we would eventually make the to , 
but even so it seemed to resent all forward motion. 

We pressed on up the winding road sensing the quiet and reserved 
personality of nature, but yet a strong, enduring, relentless, active, 
but yet inactive will that cared not for time nor man. On tor) of the 
hill we st-.od for some time admiring the brandeur of the panorama; 
there was something deeper than sight. v .!e felt the eternal strength, 
the enduring for':e, the slow-moving but sure will of nature. The 
feelings, which I have tried to descrloe, stilled rue — caused me to 
feel and listen for the eternal purpose of God. I gave a sense of the 
futility of men's world!*'- endeavors, of al] his burring, working, and 
striving for wealth and the things which do not last. 



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V~l4rt+ turn, teedle dum tee dum! Tun, turn, teedle dum tee- dumll 

Oh, won't she e^er play anything else? She's been playing that 
same measure over and over again about sixty tines. I wi:;h che'd learn 
something new so that I wouldn't have to sit here in psychology class 
every Monday, '.Tednesday and Friday an<- hear that I It seemed as though 
all she played last month was Pach's "Fifth Invention," and now this 
month it's Foote's "Prelude Number Five." 

. . ..".Yell, at least that's better than when she starts playing 
hymns. Here we were having an exam in general ps7 r chology last Uond 
and of all times to start playing hymns, she chose that period. How 
can I remember what the Purkinje effect is, when my head is singing 

>ar the Cross"? It's simply imoossible to keep your raind on the sub- 
ject! I 

....''Excuse me, Dr. Groves, but how did you spell t! at word? 

Thank you." 

Well, now at least she's playin • something different, ever if it 
is only scales. She doesn't play them fell, though — she's mod 
three mistakes already) nd the nf) 4 '. :. sound very uneven. 2hc 
doesn't have very goor sr control, from the sound of things. Oh, 
well, she will have by the time iliss Cove finishes with her! 

I wonder if I'll I to find a piano myself tonight* U. c 
when I go up ket all over the second flc 

tell which room is occupied. Aftt ' opened about six doori 
and said "excu.< " ,1 find a piano . Isn't I 

used. Not that it's much good onoe I find it — two or t: "ories 



are usually missing, and it's invariably out of tune. Oh well, 
can't blame me if I don't play my lesson right 1 

...•"Excuse me, Joy, but what did Dr. Groves sa:r the primary 

psychological colors were? Thanks." 

; r be she's through practicing now — it's been -oretty quiet for 
the last couple of minutes.. . .Oh, no! There shy goes again — still 
playing that same old Foote's "Prelude dumber "^ive," too. I wish her 
teacher would give her more than one piece a -nonth. It's so boring having 
to listen to that one day after da7 r , and with the same mistakes, too. I 
think she should learn something new. Ilaybe I ought to speak to liiss 
Cove about that. Ilmraml 

Hope this period is over soon. I'm getting tired of sitting here. 
....Good, there goes the bell. Come to think of it, maybe I'd better 
see if I can find a piano iiyself now. Ify- lesson is this afternoon, 
and I'm still not sure of that Foote's "Prelude" Mrs. ..larple gave me 
two weeks ago! 




^%[^_ cy has come to be, in our time, just a 

word. The same word, if examined closely, has a profound meaning which 
every loyal American should knov; and understand. Webster says that de - 
ocracy is that form of government in which the supreme power rests with 
the people, ruling themselves either directly or indirectly. He also 
states that the modern concept of democracy assumes the political equal- 
ity of all individuals, the right to private freedom and to petition 
authority for redress of qrievances. 

If we were to take the first line of the definition, which sa:/s 
t it is the form of give^nment in which the supreme oower rests 
with the people, we would have eno igh reason to want to be . lore aware 
of the privileges weenjoy. It was the desire for this form of govern- 
ment which brought the Pilgrims to our country in quest, of somethii 
for w' ich their hearts ;/earned: religious freedom. It also rave tl 
the right + r> govern themselves as the in their town meeting! . 
m his differed from our present day democracy, in that they exec.;* 
th* " of a pure democracy, rather than a cp+.ative de loer 
■h we now have. 

This was also the sane form o<" giverru:- "1" 

colonists to fight their mother country Lete independence and 
freedom, which was obtained o t.} of the Decli. o:' Ind- 

ependence on J' 1776. re 

imbedded deeply in the h of su hington, . , ,\jadis^ . 

and Jefferson. 

These same idear. of ft 



when the Civil War was fought, and the Emancipation Proclamation was 
signed giving freedom to the Negro, who liad been enslaved. Surely the 
great men knew that slave?*"- could not be tolerated in a freedo a loving 
country such as ours . 

These same orinciples spurred our country on to a greater defen- 
sive manoeuvre, in the fighting of Y, r orld Wars I and II. These were 
against enemy powers employing the use of a dictator. Our boys def- 
initely realized they were fighting for a cause when they scored such 
decisive victories as Saipan, Okinawa, and Iwo Jima. These ideals 
were in full bloom in the hearts of such men and capable leaders as 
Douglas ilaciirthur and Dvdght Eisenhower. 

How as we are seemingly faced with a foe that presents a greater 
problem than the others, we are made to doubt the stability of this 
government we have cherished so long. But let us all, as loyal Amer- 
icans, do everything in our power to keep democrac:/ alive, and remember 
the words of Abe Lincoln in his Gettysburg Address: "And the government 
of the oeople, by the oeople, and. for the people, shall not oerish fr< 
the earth." 




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jyitfZtTZG this P eriod °? t^e Atomic Age, I Dause to question 
the possibilities of peace in this world. Is there a definite solution? 
In the first place, why should there be c'-?aos and wars and rumors of 
wars? An i: mediate answer would be that based on Biblical prophecy. 
But what about the solution? 

Throughout the entire world there ere many "costumes." T n every 
countr"-, there is seemingly a different fashion of these cos+ . I 
readily think a out Communism in Russia, China, and other parts of the 
world. I think of Mohanmedism and the Hindus; I think of Christian 
America. Yes, there £ re many costumes, but what of the men who are 
under these cos tunes? 

Physically, there is only one kind of man. The man in Fed China 
is made like the man in Christian America or in any other part of the 
hemisphere. Cod Almighty created us all equal. But, during the process 
of , n have purchased different types of costumes. man has 
asi "br- idea that he is a nan of superiority. b to rule 

anr ' n. 

Today, in Korea, there is war. Could it be that this chaos is 
the resuv r,s of d? ^he Cosnnunjsts didn f t like 

the "costumes" that the South Koreans were "wear"' .'' Likev. . he 
United Nations do not v.pprove of the costu te that Pussia i^ wearin . 
So, what do o? Tl ■ - ; t about, it. There is seemingly no way 
to make agreement as to "tast» 

It seems that the rulers of each nation have a di fferei 



as to obtaining world peace. Few men are ruling, but many costumes are 
being worn. What can we as individuals do about it? 

.7 answer is that we must pray. Perhaps it is God's will for these 
differences, Maybe there is a reason even if most of us do question it. 
'ut in spite of many costumes, we must be careful not to turn away from 
God. We Christians must remain united because these days of trouble may 
be the last. Then what? 

There will be only one costume. The rooe of Jesus Christ will be 
spread around us, and we will all be one in His Kingdom. Vfhat happens 
to the unredeemed? Their costuies will keen the fires of Satan burning — 
eternallv. 



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;*3y? / TP^Z' Z>OOX ^VOT^SSOK- 

UfZC students study to the wee hours of the night 
And get up the next morning looking a sight 

6, alas, our efforts are to no avail, 
For our returned papers are marked "fail." 

Yes, I pity the poor student. He studies hour after hour, day 
after day, and comes through with an "F". Poor thing I 

But as much as I pity the poor student, my heart goes out to the 
poor professors. They are so lacking in understanding. J think the;" - 
need to have a good long talk with a student to find out about modern 
college life. Why, their darkness is so dense that they give long 
assignments ever''- night. Someone should tell them about the Dugout 
and the g;ii. Don't they understand that the student must ha^e some 
relaxation after classes? And which is more important — the students' 
relaxation or the students' studies? Ask any student — he'll tell you 
the answer. 

The professors' understanding is so clouded that he e:rpects a 
student to stay awake during class lectures. Doesn't he know that 
the student has had a hard night? After all, what student wants to 
stay home and study when everyone else is going ice skating? ^he 
poo essorl And he stays ur> all night ] I , too, 

And book report) t book reporl - ' he 

'essors know I is detrli ' 

watch his health you know. 



Then, too, our wandering around the librar"- looking for the prooer book 
is such a bother to the librarian. I'd like to suggest to the professors 
that they don' t go to all the trouble o< making out a book list 
assigning book reports. It's such work for them. 

I've often wished that professors would realize how much work 
they give themselves when they assign themes. After all, the s1:udent 
only has to write one, but the professor, poor thing, has to read 
forty or fifty. 

We mustn't forget the matter of clasroom discipline. Someone 
should explain to the professor that the only time the student gets 
to talk over dates ano to boyfriends is during class. The dormitory 
regulations are such that one can't do too much talking otherwise. 

As I review the situation, I can see only one wa"- out for the 
poor nrofessor: the elimination of class assignments and homework 
assignments! Cnce these two matters are put of the way, I'm sure the 
profess ore of 1951 will find their ^oca- tuch easier and th? 4 . 1 " 
nerves h<ove settled. "Pity the poor professor 1" 



\Lu#sks yvMattch^ 



kindly light... till -with the dawn those angel faces 



Lch I have loved long tince, and lost awhile." I often wondered what 
noignant memories these words stirred in the heart of John Henry New- 
man who penned them. The words of this universal hymn have often ~ome 
to me with little meaning for no one can truly ap .reciate them until a 
loved one has faced the valley of the shadow, and the bond that lr^ade 
life seem brighter and deeper in meaning is severed. Mow, I too turn 
back to those words and find comfort, for a relationship which I once 
enjoyed has been broken by death. 

It is s trail je how few oeople really inspire our lives, .lany 
peonle are content to look for integrity and greatness ^n personalities 
of world renown, yet fail to look for these sane qualities in those 
lives that have oersonally touched their own. I can truthfully say 
that there has been such a person in ay life. That person was my Grand- 
mother . 

It would be hard for me to face the years ahea< no-: J we are 
arated without r % ' ' amp! ter life. Many who knew 
her did not fully appreciate her, out I loved her for what she was. 
Unlike personality , no one will ever idolize her or make her 
into something that she was not. During her lifet ne she was never 
placed on a for she ie who " . not to be ;.dnistered 

unto, but to minister.' 1 Praises hc-ve been broadcast sin^e time be^an 
for those ' h® 

hu:ible life may havel 

I shall always treasure I ven me. Per- 



haps she was the last to receive the full stamina of the oioneern in 
our family. r ertainly her ancestors had it, for they were among thos* 3 
who conquered the New England wilderness, and fought for the hills 
which gave them life when this nation wan struggling to he born. 

ny heartlessly view their predecessors in terms of wealth and 
social standing. Although she lied many articles of exquisite beau + " 
I remember not these, but her hands which were never still. Hands that 
did outdoor work when necessary, and performed the endless tasks of the 
housewife and mother. Hands that were still busy until a few short 
weeks ago. 

As much as I grieve for her companionship, I cannot mourn. Her 
life was too full and comolete. I can only pay tribute to it with mv 
life, and gratefully accent the inspiration she has given me. 



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\_r%>Zr , my next-door neighbor here at shcool, starts the day 
hn r borrowing* 

Long before I'm ready for class, someone knocks at the door. I 
have a premonition that it is none other than Mary, "'.hat will it be 
this morning? I answer the door and Lfary -wants to borrow a pencil. 
She left hers in geometry class yesterday. 

About ten minutes bafore class, she runs in and wants me to show 
her how to do algebra. I watch the clock and try to tell her in five 
minutes what the teacher siad in forty-five minutes the preceding day. 
Yes, Mary was in class that day, but she was busy doing a rhetoric 
paper so she couldn't listen to the algebra explanation. 

A few minutes after lunch liary dashes into my room to borrow a 
quarter so that she can do her washing. Five minutes later she is back 
to get sone clothespins. 

Just as I get started on my composition for rhetoric, in pops 
•• to ask if I have written my copmosition yet. She would like some 
ideas for topics. I spend several minuter discussing topics. Then when 
she leaves, I discover that ny Lratdon har left me and I don't know 
what tc w*ite. 

About a half-hour later she i doo">- 

.for the < i . She has dec theme until evei 

y Lence is ra> 
the door the next - 



About dinner-time there comes th liar knock at the door. Well, 
possibly it is something really important. I open the door. ' r 'his time 
she would like a pretty pin for her dress. She looks through my pins, 
finds one, and c<eparts, but not before she has tried my hand lotion and 
perfume . 

During study hours I refuse to answer the door, but at ten 
o'clock I answer her tap. The las decided to wash her hair. Of course 
she needs some shanpoo. 

About eleven she rushes in and would like to borrow .rr\ r alarm clock. 
I kindly but firmly inform her that I need it myself. She wants to sleep 
a couple hours before studying. Having failed to convince her to rise 
early in the morning instead, I promise to wake her and she goes to bed. 

About two o'clock I knock on her door and tell her to get up. I 
even stay fifteen dnutes to make sure she is awake. Next morning she 
tells me that she went back to sleep after I left. 

Through clenched teeth I ravrmur, "Patience and fortitude I" 



irtlffl&KK tHjf methods, I ar.i told, differ widely from 
country' - to country. In Sweden v/ashday comes twice a year and lasts for 
a week or two. But in carts of South America the women do not take off 
a dress when it is dirty, they just add one until the-"- are almost per- 
sonified laundry bags within a few years. 

At E. N. C, however, we have been blessed with a beautifully- 
shaped white laundry maid called Bendix. It was with he^ in mind that 
I wrapped my towels, sheets, pajamas, and handkerchiefs into a ne;' 
bundle, and with my box of Super Suds, struck out to find her. 

Bendix was just as I had expected her to be — open mouthed, but I 
quickly filled the soace with the condeiined articles, put in the soap, ■ 
and then waited. 

Nothing happened, but with the urging of a quarter the stillness 
of the room was broken by her humming as she went about her work. 

YTater began to pour into the machine and the soap began to turn to 
bubbles as the clothes were whirled about in the water .. .what was that? 
It sounded like a click. It wasl How ny beautiful soapy water was all 
running out of the drainhose. I had exuected this actiun later, but 
the machine had just started a few minutes ago. If I was to have my 
clothes washed it was evident that I must stop t is waste of precious, 
soapy water. Speedily I : notched the drainhose, and stuck it in the 
hole in the top where soap is usually injected. ThJ 

r fled the mac line. It w. he water out at the botto 

it was running hack into the 

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"llachines are wonderful," I said, and then listened intentl;/ to 
aords of wisdom as I continued. "A fellow has to be smart to get 
along these days. This is the machine age. Man must matter all things, 
even machines, and if he does this, the:/ will do his work for him just 
as Bendix is now working for me. Then why marry? Why bind oneself to 
a wife who needs constant attention and hampers one's freedom? A mach- 
ine can be left alone. It can be repainted when the need arises, and 
can be traded in for a new one when old and worn. There is no doubt 
'left in my mind. I line will be the single, happy, carefree life — the 
dream of mankind since Eve made Adam the applesauce. 

What was that click? Has the time come for the machine to drain? 
Horror gripped me cs the truth burst upon me. The machine was stopping. 

For a long moment I rtood gaping into its frothy mouth remembering 
what I had said when the De^dix was first introduced. "It's too con- 
plicated. No gadget can do all those tasks and operate very long." 

The rinsing was begun in the sink, and after much sweating and 
struggling, completed. The wringing was begun and after much sweating 
and struggling, also completed. 

I rolled my wash into a neat uundle and took my box of Super Suds. 
It's just as I always said, "If a fellow wants the little things done 
around his house, he must have a wife." 



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Try to study in a room above the Dugout. Here you are. You ha- e 
determined to stay in your room tonight and get some studying done. 
You feel quite proud of yourself, too, because it is only nine*thir1 
and you have already completed your chemistry and are now in the middle 
of your rhetoric theme. The Dugout is open, but that does not bother 
you. Business is bad tonight. Sveryone must have stayed in to stu' 
Ch, yes, there has been an occasional voice and an inter ittent clack 
of dishes, but on the whole, the place has been dead. 

But now the trouble begins. Slowly the tired, studious scholars 
creep into the Dugout, and soon the tempting aroma of hamburgers and 
hot dors and the clamors of a multitude of voices rise and oermeate 
your room. No,... you aren't really hungry. You .just think you are. 
Ylhy, stop and think how much you ate for supper. That should last you 
until tomorrow morning. "Vou'd better return to your rhetoric or ;-ou 
vrill lose the few ideas that you have managed to gather. 

r hat is that person sa7>ing? He got sick of studying. lie just 
couldn't stand it any longer. Besides, he has free periods tomorrow 
morning before cla . e ran Btui n. Well) why doesn't he think 
of someone else? v ou can't stuc^- tomorrow morning, and here he is, 
bellowin " ' you frnn Bt ht. Since you can't stu 

there is only ono alternative. v ou hate to Co it, out you will h; • 
to go down and join the crcntd. 

What is the matter with this door? It never stuck like I 

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which you manage to squeeze. Here on the other side a group of fre - 
wen have gathered to talk. They have not learned yet that in front of 
the door of the Dugout is no place to have a "gab session". Uravelv 
you charge into the mass of "loud speakers" -who are blocking the way 
to the counter. 7/hy did you ever venture to come down here? Yfhat a 
difference between the place now and a half hour ago. The calmness 
has been replaced by confusion. Over there are the dishes and glasses 
piled confusedly in topsy-turvy manner in the sink, whereas a half hour 
before they were calmly lined up on their shelves. And there is the 
poor Bireley machine. How dizzy it must be from being turned around 
and around I To think that this whirling has to go on until the olace 
closes. Well, you don't seem to be getting very far. It takes i.iore 
determination than this to get to the front. 

At last,.... the goal has been reached. No 1 ."/ to get your order in. 
"Hamburger, please." It didn't phase her a bit. You will have to try 

n- "Hamburger, please." Ho response. You try again and again, 
and after about the sixth time you feel like screaming at the top of 
your lungs that you want a hamburger. Finally when she gets to you, 
someone, hinting that it is time to close, begins to turn out the 

be. Meekly you order a hamburger. A few uinutes later you receive 
it, nay for it, gulp it down, and hurry from the now-deserted Dugout 
back to your roa i. 

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Try to study after a tiresome hour in the Dugout* 

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_±£_ the switchboard at Eastern Nazarene College could talk, I am 
e .re it vrould tell a very interesting story. I don't believe it would 
riind if I tell a tale or two about whet goes on between the hours of 
six and eight o'clock on Friday evening. 

It is six o'clock. The Operator at the switchboard is acting as 
a receptionist, an operator, a bell ringer, and an agent for Cupid. 
She is also a rounder-up of baby sitters, a message-taker, and poster 
of notes, "er textbooks lie nearby; shy hopes to take a squint at 
thera sometime before twelve- thirty. 

'fhen dinner is over, boys and girls swam around the Operator to 
ask for messages and baby-sitting jobs. One girl leans over and whis- 
pers to the Operator, "If a iob comes in, remember me." All this time 
the Operator may be taking long distance calls, answering questions 
concerning the time of the program, and trying to be oolite to those 

come for batr- sitters. 

After prayer meeting a young men comes walking over to the board 
kneading his hands. The Operator knows he has cnld feet, and she fin- 
ally wins his confidence. He wants to know of Miss D is dating any- 
one now. The Operator does not I now, but she calls 1 rl's rommate, 

who Scvs the .Miss D is not busy tonight. The Operator rings for ^iss 

D , who arrives in a few minutes. S)v >n her houseboat, so sha 

peeks thr H*. "Did yon ri» jell?" The Operator says, 

"Stick your head out." Tn ruite of + heir • hi 

ing man have a few words. In a 'iss D is downstairs 



looking like a ;.;rand-new twenty dollar bill. 

Vfhile this episode has been in process, Ja<"k, the nen boy, cones 
in. He has forgotten the girl's name that he wished to take out. All 
he knows is that her name is Mary. "When the board is quiet enough, the 
Operator sings off the last names of all the Marys on the list until 
the right Llary is found.. VJhen Mary comes down, the young man blush s 
and smiles his thanks. As she is almost out of the door, Mary calls 
to the Operator, "Please sign me out. I'll be bank at twelve." 

A rather conceited young man comes in and. nicks up the book which 
contains the n-jnes and rings of* the girls. "Ring them all, and I'll 
take my pick." I wonder what he has that he thinks everybody. wants. 

Here comes old faithful. He ±c always five ainutes early. He 
walks around as proud as a oeacock until it is just seven-forty. Then 
he rings for his "Irene." If the Operator is bus7/, he rings the bell 
himself rather than have Irene think he is a minute late. 

I believe you will agree with me that the switchboard, is an inter- 
esting olace to work sometimes . PerhaDS you might agree, too, that an 
Operator needs several pairs of ears, and extra pair of hands, and an- 
other head with which to nod. Also, she must have an unusual memory 
for details, a level head that wouldn't get dizzy even on a merr; - - 
round, and a definite interest in oeo le if she is to her job. 

y not droo in some Friday night, between sir to eight and watcl * 
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— ZAZ& man's t^v^visz ~ 

tuf'6ft* jzvl isn't lazy, at least in some respects? Yet, a man 
likes to think he is doin^ something, even though he isn't accomplishing 
anything apparent. What better way is there to do something, feel as 
though one were accomplishing something, enjoy oneself, and yet be laz-" - 
and do nothing, than to go bass fishing :'.n a lake. 

Cass fishing is done on lakes, rivers, and streams in most of the 
forty-eir;;ht states and the ten provinces of Canada. In the United Cta + es 
there are such famous places as Lake ead and the Swanee Fiver, whereas 
in Canada most of the bass lakes are in Ontario. 

Let us take ? trip to the Haliburton Highlands of Ontario. Half- 
vray between Minden and Haliburton, we coine upon a sparkling blue patch 
of water nestled snugly between two banks of hills — Canning Lake. 

Let us aim our little outboard motor toward that huge grey form 
on the opoosite side of the lake. Upon arriving, we find it to meet 
our expectations — it is a huge rock slurging deep into the opal depth? 
of the lake. After securely anchoring the boat to prevent it from 
drif and adjusting ourselves comfortable on the hare, str 
wood seats, we begin to still-fish. 

As it is a bright day and the water it fairly clear, it would be 
good to use a bait v^ich is light in color. As one droos the bait in 
for the r ir- >es are, very high, and wild of bu 

bass hungrily awaitin inri. However, if 

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like a good place, we bring the anchor in and steer the little motor 
toward that likely spot. W e anchor the boat into the wind and scrut- 
inize the tackle box to find the most likely looking slug. Soon the 
little reel sings as the olug sails through the t.ir toward its target — 
the weed bed. It lands noisily and pops around a few times. As it is 
reeled in slowly, it wriggles in an enticing fashion to a hunge green 
bass lurking around the roots of a giant reed. The monster eyes it 
savagely and slowl7' begins to sift toward it. Just then the little 
plug is reeled away from him and he remains there awaiting the next 
move of this bold little intreader. 

Now if this fisherman is smart he wi3.1 cast that same plug right 
back to that same soot again, let us suppose he is, and as the little 
wriggler breaks the surface of the water above the bass, there is a 
swirl of water like the wake of a propeller, and them with an explosion, 
five pounds of finned fury scatters the mirrored si^rface of the lake, 
and then dives for the cotton of the weed oed. The struggle is begun. 

Several action-packed minutes later, a tired but game little 
sportster come sullenly toward the boat. Suddenly with a little burst 
of defiance, he streaks for the botton only to rise slowly again to the 
gentle pressure of the angler's reel, ^efore that little fish knows it, 
he finds himself flopping listlessly in the bow of the ooat, while the 
angler looks on with a feeling of triumphant satisfaction. 

That night that little bass makes his last oublic aopearance on the 
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JfljcCJ? auxiliary fishing dragger Gudrun flowed through heavy seas. 
As the bow knifed through the waves topped with white caps, the spray 
foamed and souttered over the ship. As it fell it washed off throe 
the scuppers. The deck was neat and clean and everything topside was 
lashed down. The wind had been blowing strong from the "nor 'wester ly*i 
all day. The sun shone across the water. At times one could see tiny 
rainbows in the spray. 

The "glass" was dropping, however, and Captain Alex Johanssen was 
getting skeptical about how long this good weather would lasts It had 
been snowing in Gloucester last night. That neant that he would run 
into some foul weather before he got home. But he knew his vessel, 
and had all the confidence in her that fishermen do ha-ve in good sturdy 
vessels. 

,rr 7ell," he thought," that new 1200 horse power engine will give 
us a faster trip than the old ^00 horsepower." With this thought he 
headed for the "foc'sle," and a good hearty supper. It wasn't like ' 
his wife's cooking, but tomorrow night •••maybe. 

As he approached the forward hatchway, he could hear the ;:u:ibling 
of the crew as they played cribbage and the oaths of the cook trying 
to set the table. After all, who wanted to be on deck when one cotild 
be in a friendly, warm game of cribbage? 

.er supper Alex went topside again to see how the "watch" was 
makJj I . The wine had increase. , e if tin- ind to the 
"nor' east." "We're in for it ton ; , '' a 

good one, too." 



"Darkness comes quickly now," he thought, when he looked around 
and coulc. see only the running lights. Clouds were hiding the stars, 
and greater quantities of spray were now coming over the sides. In 
fact, one could even feel the ship as it rolled, buried its nose, and 
then fought its way out from under the deluge of water. 

As soon as he reached the wheelhouse, he ordered the all hands 
topside. It was going to be a mean one. The "glass" was down to 2 . 
and was still falling. Life lines were strung fore and aft. 

The spra: r soon began to freeze into as it hit the ce k. The crew 
were busy trying to hack it off as soon as it fomed. The engine speed 
was reduced again. 

And then it happened. One of the olates in the side had opened 
and was leaking into the "foc'sle." Alex ordered the speed cut to a 
point just sufficient to keep headway. Snow was falling, but the 
heavy seas were too much for the fully loaded, vessel. The pounding 
that it was taking opened the hole, until the punps were unable to 
dispose of the water. 

Alex immediately plotted his position and sent a radio "S.Q.S." 
telling of his trouble. "Position, 170 miles south of Cape Hace, 
.Newfoundland, .. .sinking!" He hoped that the Gudrun would last until 
aid arrived. Ha ordered the dor;,'- brought down from the top of the 
wheelhouse and made ready to be launched. 

Suddenly, he felt the shin gave a ~reat heave and then plunge. 
The bow opened up. "Abandon ship." But it was too late I "he lines 
securing the do] ad .lust been cut. The load of the ice and fit 
in the ^old was too heavy. The water poured in thro Lng 

hole in the bo . n n , the 6 id run kept going. 



Three weeks later an empty dor/ was found with the nane "Oudrun'' 
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Marlin glanced over his shoulder at the four gleaning 
warbirds flying the stooped formation of the echelon, "heir fabric 
gleamed a bright ye] low in the first rays of the morning sun. Dawn 
was coming into the eastern sky over in the direction of the German 
trenches . 

Up here among the billowing white clouds the war seemed to be far 
away and unreal. But Bill had only to take one quick look over the 
rim of his Spad's cockpit to see the shell-torn earth below his wings. 
The thin scraggly lines of the allied trenches were beginning to creep 
by. in those trenches filled with mud and filth were the doughboys of 
the Elue Ridge Division drawn up to repulse the blue-grey hordes that 
every one of those doughboys would have given his all to stop this war 
to end all wars. 

Marlin stopped watching the ground below to scan the skies for anv 
sight of tl e German morning patrol that was surely out b; r now. The 
t ick layer of clouds to the right and some four thousand feet high 
would give perfect cover for them. To be caught napping would orove 
disastrous. Although this was only a routine flight, the numb ■ ree 
ship the the formation of Spads was flown by the squadron' 
recruit, Second Lt. J i Birch, and it was up to Merlin to see that no- 
th5 , M>ened to ntil he could s. 

It was then that Marlin saw them. There were seven bright gree 
Fokkers in the flight an y were comini down the ladder with open 
throttles. They had the ad*" if altitude and wen 
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then raised his gloved fist high above his head. Down he brought it, 
and the five Spads exploded into action. 

Marlin banged his throttle open and climbed tightly to the right 
before the lead Fokker could line him up in his sights. I T e was just a 
split second ahead of the smoking yellow line of tracers that tore 
through the air where he had been, Reads of sweat broke out on Eill's 
forehead, and the palms of his hands grew clammy as they tugged at the 
stick, bringing the nose of the Spad to bear uoon the tail of the green 
Fokker darting elusively before hira. As he glanced back across the 
turtle-back, he could see the nilot watching him creep closer and closer. 
He could imagine the tight panic that was gripping him. Marlin tripped 
the triggers of his Vickers guns and watched the tracers shoot out to 
connect the gulf between him and the enemy ship. They fell short, but 
a slight touch on the stick sent them racing uo the entire length of 
the green Fokker. It veered off on one wing and slid slowly into a 
spin that lasted until it smashed into the ground behind the German 
trenches . 

The dog-fight was over as quickly as it had begun. The Hun flight 
had had enough and was now lim ing back over the lines with three of 
its number gone, and smoke trailing from the engine of another. A fair 
morning's work. 

Rill turned in his bucket seat and counted noses in his own re- 
forme' heir Pabricwas torn and scarred novr with strir-r 
it streaming back in the prop-wash from their prooellers. It was t. 
that he saw the ma i slot . no r>lane li t. 

There would have +.o be another letter written. He I hat j< 



"Dear Mrs. Birch," it would start. "I regret to infona you of your 
son's death. I was his flight leader on the morning of " 




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•^VTr iO ti GW certain quiet hoars are supoose to be observed 

in our dora, regulations don't seem to be practices in the TTillow House. 
Often someone is just so tired of studying that she must stop and gab 
for a few minutes, or X should say a good part of an hour. Usually she 
doesn't take a very obvious hint either, '"ven when I crawl into bed 
for the night she isn't annoyed at all. She doesn't even ha-"-e to get 
up for breakfast, but she seems to forget that I arise before six every 
morning . 

Then there are times when either my work is completed or I just feel 
the need of eight hours' sleep for once. I crawl into a nice clean bed 
after a soothing hot bath. It is about ten o'clock and before a half- 
hour lias passed I am snoring peacefully. Ten-thirty arrives and the 
dona is closed for the night. Now is the time chosen for real fun. 
It see ; ;is that soiie have had trouble with their lungs durin the day and 
they feel the necessity of vocal exercises. This usuail^ place in 
hall rather than behind a closed door; but even a door would provide 
little resistance to the power of these lungs. 

I may be sleeping soundly, but even unconcj ht to 

an end at th oint, :y blood begins to boil as I see my beautiful 
rest shattered, "his afternoon one of the girls had asked for quiet 
in order that she might take a nan. I did my best then to abstain fr> 
Poise, but sometimes thii don't work two ways* 



At hone I really enjoyed listening to the radio, but here at 
school it, too, is used unwisely. Soue people seen to be hard of 
hearing or else they have an urge to be generous by sharing various 
programs with their less-fortunate friends who are trying to sic 

Most of these annoyances are oractioed without thinking rather 
than because of a lack of concern. 



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actually a very odd time to have a parade. But, this is a very odd 
group of individuals. They are straight, crooked, short, tall, fat, 
thin, green, yellow, red, blue, and a thousand other various shapes 
and colors. There are many descriptions that would fit them because 
they are extremely varied and strangely enough, appear almost simul- 
taneously . 

No I Don't think that they would he quiet at such an unearthly 
hour in the morning. Not they. They are strangely energetic. 
"Why?" you ask. Because they have important duties to perform and 
these are preliminary to all other daily activity. 

What a thrilling scene. Some morning when you have slept fit- 
full:/ and awakened earlier than usual, go to the washroom and make it 
your business to be there (accidentally, to be sure) when all the 
bright colored tooth brushes arrive. None of their bearers are aware 
that you are present as they burst into the room in a wild scurry for 
the privilege of being first at the sink. It makes no difference which 
one is first, nrovided that they don't step on you as ake your 
way to a corner where you can keep a silent observing vigil. 

What a flashing array of color and activity. They dance around 
like fairies on a . iedieval marble stage arf see;;, co light and flexible 
they don't iiss one cor; ' . All observers can see their movement. 

real beautv, however, is fully J have all ar- 

rived. One's at+. r be stayed on one for their dashinj 



colors are too fascinating. But, like all such antics, the fun is soon 
over when all the early risers ha^e gone and taken with theia the tooth- 
brush parade. 



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JjL was a bright sunny July day. From our foreneads beads of 
perspiration thrickled down our faces and fell off our chins. We were 
resting after a four-nile march tlirough barbed wire, bomb craters, and 
Gernian mine fields. 

We tried to drink the liquid in our water bottles but it was luke- 
warm and about as tasteless as diluted milk. Ch, what v.x wouldn't do 
for a refreshing drink of cold soring vaster 1 As we were pondering on 
what to do, a truck nulled uo and the driver gave us information £.bout 
the location of a well which had been tested and aoprcved. Immediate!"' 
we set out on a five-minute hike for clear, cool, sparkling water. 

Tfe crossed a cow pasture and after stumbling over a ditch fourd a 
ry narrovr country road. The grass on both sides had turned light 
brown. We walked along at a steady pa-e, kicking up a cloud of dust 
with our hob-nail boots. 

In the distance we could see the gray stone wall of the country 
barn-yard. The closer we cane the higher the wall appeared. The wall 
was about .fifteen feet tall. At one end a huge rusty gate was open 
revealing to passers-by a picture of a typical French barn-yard. 

Sickens roamed here and there, clucking, fla their wings, 
and squawking mildly over who should be Icing of the roost. Two pigs 
send ud a sally of o:\nks and cane quit c 1 '" ; I to us i: hope of receiv 
something for their already t.< large stoi.iachs. 

Suddenly a door opened and a red-hftaded roaster flew out with cries 
of pain and terror. Ho had wandered accldei into 'a kitchen 



and was not appreciated. 

The house and barn was a combined building sharing a rustic 
thatched roof over which grew in places patches of green moss. 

The family sleeping quarters were connected with the rest of the 
house by a narrow outer concrete staircase. 

Close to the door of the house a stone well crib jutted above the 
surface of the yard. One of my buddies took the hea y wooden bucket and 
sent it plunging into the water. i.Thile he was handling the rope, I 
turned and peered through the fly-covered screen door into the confusion 
of the farm-house kitchen. 

I saw a long table decorated with plates of food and a jug of cider, 
Teople sat on wooden benches along both sides of the table. r randna and 
Grandpa were at one end while Mother nursed a baby on her lat> and Father 
corrected the younger children who were playing their glasses. 

,,r e found ourselves swinging frantically at horse flies, and so we 
filled our water bottles and departed. 

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Freshmen boys on the 1950-51 society teems were a credit both to 
their society and to their class. Their contributions helped to make 
this year's athletic program one of the best E.N.C. has ever known. 
Their enthusiasm and keen competitive spirit won them praise from 
players and spectators alike* 

Perhaps the most outstanding Freshman athlete was Dick Heinlein, 
the only member of the class to be eleoted to both the football and 
basketball squads* A hard- charging end in the outdoor game and an 
alert center on the hardwoods, Dick proved that he oould rank with 
the best of the oollege athletes* By scoring 44 points, playing a 
rugged defensive game, and constantly clearing the boards of rebounds, 
this Zeta sparkplug made his basketball team one to be feared by 
the others. 

Dave MaoSavaney 8nd Tom Starnes also represented the Freshmen on 
the all-star basketball squad. Dave distinguished himself in the seo- 
ond Gordon game by ooping top scoring honors for E.N.C. The five 
top freshmen scorers on the society teams were MaoSavaney 98; Young, 
98; Chris tensen, 56; Starnes ,63; and Williams on, 52* 

In addition to the boys mentioned, there were many others who played 
commendable ball for their sooieties. The class oan be particularly 
proud of the fact that not onoe did a Freshmen boy lose his temper 
on either the football field or the basketball court. This fact alone 
is wofcthy of praise, and ranks in importance with the ability displayed 
by our competitors. 



The first sign of good sportsmanship was shown by our feminine 
frosh in that unforgettable day of initiation. Cold cream, bathing 
cape, tin cans, waste do per baskets, ^nd sophomores were someof the 
shackles that bound us, but we survived nevertheless . 

It wasn't until after the turmoil of Rush Day bad subsided that 
our freshmen had a chance to display their athletic skills before an 
audience. However, when given the opportunity they ■ displayed ability 
worthy of much praise. 

During the volleyball season our frosh excelled on the volleyball 
court but, their main interest seemed to be in basketball. 

th Harriet Dunning, May Hill, and Doreen ,-.rjastrong as Zetas, 
Dorothy Austin, Beatrice Flemming and Ruth Raines as Deltas, Ilarjorie 
iierritts and Marion Smart as Kappas, and Nancy Earl, Joan Stratton, 
and Jeanne St. Pierre as Sigmas, the talent was fairly well distributed, 

The ton freshnen scorers were Harriet Dunning, outstanding Zeta 
forward, and Mar.jorie Iierritts, Kappa stalwart. 

At all times our freshmen representative? displa7 r ed good sports- 
manship and a keen competative spirit. They were a credit both to 
their societies and to the class. 



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Prof. Smith, looking in the library for Crane Brinton»8 Ideas and 
Men, suddenly notices a Western Civilization student industriously 
reading a book. Approaching the student, he asks, "Margie, do you 
have Idea6 and Men?" " No, prof., I just have ideast" 

What if Tom Bo at 66 were Tom Trains? 
Can you imagine Harold Brake named Harold Clutch? 
Can you imagine Sarah Chase Harley Bye? 
What if Ruth Freeze -were Ruth Roast? 
Doris Mellon C ant elope . 
Is Joe Duncan for Trout? 

What if Gordon Wetmore were Gordon Dryless? 
Can you imagine Jay Burgers named Jay HotDog? 
What if Eleanor Reddish were Eleanor Greendish? 
Would Leon Hatch? 
Marjorie Merltts Frank Love joy. 
What if Pat Kurbs were Pat Gutter? 
Could Charles Grate be Charles Mighty? 
Could Walter Woodbridge Boardwalk? 
What if Jim Young were Jin Small? 
Could May Hill be May Mole Hill? 
What if Eleanor Wheeler were Eleanor Stroller? 
Ctua you imagine Lois Gage as Lois Meter? 
Could Taylor and Weaver make little suits? 



Jim Adams - Scotch plaid hat. . .baseball. . .cheerful 

Dorothy Austin - bustling. . .resolute testimony. . .happy disposition 

George Austin - "Lef ty" . . .Delta athlete. . .unassuming 

V/arren Becker - cainpus crew. . .unobtrusively intelligent. ..considerate 

IJervin Bedor - "l.erv". . .Kip's ovm boy... future uinister 

Gerard Benelli - hard working. . .diligent student. . .enjoys life 

Lorraine Bennett - shy snile. . .neat. . .glowing testimony 

;elow - "Little Chef . . .Kappa athlete. . .hardy fisherman 
Samuel Blachly - quiet reserve. . .first things first. . .takes life seriously 
Thomas Boates - bashful grjn. . .politeness personified. . .unshakeable faith 
Ivaline Bonalee - typical squint. ..tight curls. . .true to her friends 
Garcia Boshart - whizz on the keyboard... a thousand giggles. ..love for 
Robert Bradley - science brain... well dressed. . .fervent testimony 
Harold Brake - owner of a Plymouth. . .resident of the Mansion* • .true Christian 
Tlorette Brown - attractive personality. . .""haling Cit?/ - " ... sharp hir 
Gordon Brown - easy going. ..those curls 1 ... quiet thoughtfulness 
Phyllis Brown - jolly. . .prospective song evangelist. . .loves to lauj 
!Iancy Bruce - "love that accent!". . .enjoys life... moments of pensi^-enc i 
'ary Lou Bryant - whizz in Chern. Lab. . .pleasant. . .reserved dignity 
June Burgess - blue eyes, blond hair .. .vivacious charm. . .ease at the keyboard 
Jay Burgers - tall...bloni ... btle sense of humor. . .partial to bright colors 
Be- 3 ...cons >US .. .amiable and friendly 

\e Leaf Forever"... astronoaer...fir rviotioni 
rah Chasa - quiet and ...daxv 

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Inez Cliff - twin, .from Brunswick. . .industrious. . .nurse 
T Iarie Copeland - The Southern Belle. . .consistent. . .hardworker 
Ivan Cousins - friendly chan. . .talkative. . .alwavs smiling 
Ed Cramer - Maine accent. . .industrious. . .friend of ev3ryone 
Dorothy Davis - meticulous. . .level-headed. . .helpful nurse 
Delora Deshields - ids chief lurks in those eyes I .. .original. . .tease 
Joe Duncan - air -winded. . .red-head. . .owner of midget auto 
Harriet Running - ehariiing. . .prefers cowboys ... always knitting 
llancy Earl - typist. . .dainty femininity. . .nianist. . .strong Christian 
Margaret Ferguson - industrious. . .expressive eyes... sweet disposition 
Arlene Finch - petite-ness. . .big, brown eyes... "P. K.". . .friendly 
Beatrice Flemming - "Shorty". . .Hunro Hall's errand girl... good natured 
Betty Francis - sweet and pleasing. ..life devoted to song evangelism 
Kilan Freeman - "Daddy". . .practical living..."! press toward the goal" 
Ruth Freese - professional joker. . .country lass. .."Frosty" 
Lois Cage - "y* r lister". . .energetic. . .likeable. . .helpful 
Doroth"- Garrison - sociable. . .phones home., .freckles galore 
"Ray" Cill - Mew England accent. . .tenor. ..friend to all 
John Glennie - able cartoonist. . .lurking sense of humor. . .tennis fan 
Carlos Gonzalez -white shoes. . .Cuateraala City. . .debonair 
Eleanor Coodale - "short?/ - ". . .willing worker .. .consistent testimony 
oodnow - earnest worker .. .rdanist and organisl . . . . friendly gr 

Cha 1 - rate - bashful... po?.-er of concentration. . .unas. 

Paul Crig"s - bow tics .. .reserved nut ... ^ticulous in cress 

Doris Crosse - "Dotty"... ... racious. . .non-chalant 

"onion "all - "'.an of Prayer* •• •conscientious ...] - student 
ry Hall - like:" to disc ... - ... 



Rose Handloser - literary ability. . .indescrioable wit... char, ing waitress 

Gordon Harris - boyish grin. . .reticent .. .amiable. . ."Living by faith" 

Shirley Haselton - bright cheerfulness. ..pood sport. . ."the sunny siae of life" 

Leon Hatch - strong convictions. . .ardent reader. . .ready testimony 

Robert Haxton - friend to all... true Christian. ..faithful 

Earle Hedden - "Red". . .Delta outfielder. ..natural comedian 

Dick Heinlein - sports 'lover. . .shy on Friday ^ight. . .brush cut 

Jeannette Higgins - concern for others. . .cheerful. . .true Christian soirit 

r.fey Hill - blonde. . .hails from Ilaine. . .ever ready smile 

: arilyn Hoff - good for a joke. . .neat. . .Christian ideals 

Thomas Howell - Delta athlete. . .always a joker... big boy 

Lois ! T udson - humble spirit. . .good testimony. . .strawberry blond 

Gerald Huff - misses the Mrs .. ..heartfelt testimony. . .a friend indeed 

Ja^k Hughes - "Union Jack". . .diligent student... "a certain lass back home" 

Gilbert Jackson - future preacher. . .earnest speaker. . .ready smile 

George Jarabasian - characteristic walk. . .Jerusalem. . .born mathematician 

Betty Jane Jones - friendly smile. . .voice of a nightingale. . .brown eyes 

Helen Jolinson - versatile. . .laughter in her voice. . .sweet alto, singer 

Leonard Johnson - "Sketchy". . .soft-spoken. . .artistic talent 

Robert Kelley - a Cappella. . .flutist. . .never in a hurry 

mtin H-ingernan - Blow speaker. . .country 5- tr oil. . .fervent 
Paul Knight - " ...Sigma passer. . .dishroom squad 

Patrici Kurbs - "^at". . .connoisseur of fine foods... trio practice. ••jolly 
Lennie Laudermilk - r »Lennie H . ..dimples I. ..friend to all...ded 

- hearty laugh... '• liness...abl 
r r£i"k Lovejoy - " rankle'* . . . . ' te. . .ever-nrespnt smile. . .trill 

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Fred McCormick - dugout proprietor. . ."we're closed". . .infectious laugh 

Archie McCurdy - loyal. Canadian... quiet. ..persevering in studies 

Doris Mellon - Sigma cheerleader.. .friendly.. .night owl 

Liargaret Meredith - nurse... sports enthusiast.. .carefree and friendly 

P.obert Merke - faithful student. ..easy-going gentleaan. . .prospective missionary 

rjorie Herritts - reliable... demure. . .Indiana 
Lyle Miller - cheerful greeting... magic guitar ... cowboy lover 
Paul Miller - Bethel Beach. ..ready laugh. . .barbed tongue 
Ralph Montemuro - family man... sports fan...rood-natured grin 
Vonda " T oore - lady -like. . .gentle ways. . .agreeable disposition 
Elwin Morgan - serene. . ."Katy" . . .true friend 
Vernon Morse - future teacher. . .fruit market. . .mission worker 
Harold Mosgrove - retiring.. .shy smile. ..agreeable friend 
Albert Najarian - definite ideas. . .hardworker. . .philosopher 
r rank Cxenford - "Daddy" ... good student. . .loyal to MacArthur 
Harold Pinkston - "Pinky". . .Zeta football star... love for the dramatic 
Ellen Prittchett - understanding way*. .funny side of life.. .Kappa cheerleader 
Frank Ransom - farmer boy... Shell owner. . .cat-naps 

en Ray - quiet friendliness. . .girl in Ohio. . .future minister 
Eleanor Reddish - all-over grin.. .aims to olease. . .conscientious devotion 
Katheryn Richardson - Kathy. ..inquisitive eyes... quiet reserve. ..Elwin 
Jerry Riggleman - sharp brain. . .basketball player... freckles 
lpy - nei 1? ... ... Lte opinions 

Floyi g - dear thinker... mature ideas •• .happily ^rried 
sroft - "Stan"... Canadian preacher .. .Tiitn 
•ne St. n ierrc - ready pianist... friendl; ... ra+ive 
Susan ! sed . ..■'•" ... Les 



Willis Scott - proud papa.. .frankness. ..good sport 

Ruth Shaw - industrious. . .future nurse. . .alwavs a smile 

Thomas Skidmore - conscientious living. ..frequent smiles. ••chemist 

Nola Skillings - unperturbed. . .en joys life... quiet thoughtfulness 

Marian Smart - infectious giggle. . .Canadian blonde. . .W 's ways are be 

Allan Smith - Delta stalwart. . .sincere Christian. . .friend to all 

Ronald Sorenson - "Swede" .. .Sigma athlete. . .bass voice 

Beulah Stanford - song sparrow. ..Canadian... cares of a housekeeper 

Tiomas Sternes - Supreme Market... college boy. .."foul ball" 

Ronald Steeves - camera-store man. ..mandolin-ist. . .sobriety 

Lincoln Stiles . . .friendly. . .obliging. . .works at ". a' s 

Phyllis Stoner - Pennsylvania twang. . .baby-sitter. . . gcod-natured 

Joan Stratton - reserved. . .artist. . .quiet testimony for Christ 

William Sunberg - pilot of a Plymouth ... sweet tenor... all for Cod 

Bertha Taylor - loves' kids. . .bustling. . .inquisitive look 

Taylor - Crusader's baritone. . .future minister. . .senior waitress admirer 

len Theodoros - conscientious student. ..minute details. . .''neat as a pin" 
Ray Thorpe - "Gif ty" .. .fellow Ohian. . .Delta southpaw. . .future :ainister 

"eline Trout - dramatic ability. . .talkative eyes. . .perpetual blush 
Paul Tustin - friend to all. . .humorous. . .bashful 
°harles Wakefield - another twin.. black hair. c .nice s ile 
•John Fatkine - Alabama accent. . .future minister. . .fountai- 
Jon* - serious student. . .willinp to sear? ... ony curls 

pgaret "reaver - faithful Christian. . .oldest of ten... pi rise cf 
Irving Weinreieh - itive...]^ i study. . .off -campus 1 
Gordon Wetmore - our favt ■'• ...friends; ... mly w; 

>nary 1 •'-£.. .shy. ..Vcn.ior/ 



Owen White - friendly. • .true smile. . .baseball fan 

Ruth "White - quiet dignity,, ."chic". . .gentle-voiced 

"Joe" Williamson - friend to all. . .earnest Christian. . .like father, like son 

Eula-Adine WinJet - co-operative worker. . .unruffled exterior. . .quiet laughter 

".'/alter Woodbridge - "Woody". . .dishroom gang. . .diligent student 

Carol Wordsworth - happy-go-liicky. . .ardent Sigma... a life of service 

Bill Yeager - witness for God... good friend. . .ready smile 

Grace Young - all-white attire. . .comedienne. . .roguish 

Jim Young - sings. . .Sigma basketball player... S. C. Representative 




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